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I nodded, wondering what kind of trap I might be walking into. It had been nonstop sex for the past 48 hours or so and I was starting to feel a little worn out.
“We’re not…”
We stopped outside the bedroom door and he pulled me close for a kiss. “We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.”
“But if you’re the one in charge, you’re the one telling me what to do, then how does it have anything to do with what I want?”
He grinned. “Think about it for a moment. Have I ever done anything you didn’t want to do? Have I ever done anything with you that didn’t bring you some form of pleasure?”
Neil was right, even though I hated to admit it. It was like he had unlocked the door to some secret part of me and set loose all of the secret desires I had. And somehow he had a good idea of what a lot of them were.
He opened the door and turned on the light. It was dim mood lighting, but I was still able to make out most of what filled the room. In the four corners there were different apparatuses. The things I recognized were a bondage bed and a bondage bench. All along the walls were different types of whips. In one co
rner there was a display of some very expertly tied rope. I had seen this sort of thing before and I wondered if Neil did the tying himself or if someone else did it. It had to be him. There was no way this guy was going to submit to anyone.
“Are you scared?” Neil asked. This was starting to seem like it was his favorite question.
“No.” I said, completely honest about my feelings. “Some of this looks like it could be a lot of fun.”
“I want you to take your clothes off. Now.”
I gave him a sideways glance. “What if I don’t want to?”
He inched ever closer to me and lowered his voice. “When have I ever told you to do something that didn’t give you pleasure? Take off your clothes. I won’t tell you again.”
Rather than put up a fight, I stripped down to nothing and found the simple idea of standing here in this room with him, surrounded by all of his favorite toys, one of the most titillating experiences of my life. My nipples turned into small pebbles and I could feel my pussy contract in response.
“Kneel on the ground,” he commanded.
I did as he said and he moved to the other side of the room where I couldn’t see him. When he returned he had several feet of red rope for tying. He began with my arms, binding them in front of me wrapping the rope around and around itself. I had seen a performance like this before, but never dreamed that it would feel like this with the silkiness of the rope rubbing against my skin. More than that, it was the attitude and skill that Neil had about the act of tying me up.
My breathing became heavier as he wound the robe around me in an elaborate design. I lost all track of time, trying to focus on what he was doing, but getting lost in the movement of it, the way it felt as the rope began to tighten around my body.
Finally, when he was done, I was on the floor and completely bound, my heavy breasts jutting out in front of me obscenely. My nipples were painfully hard and I wanted to ask Neil to suck them, but I knew he would say no.
“You’re going to stay there for a while and I’m going to look at you, my beautiful Samara.”
A few minutes had passed when he stood next to me, placing an unseen object out of sight on the nearby nightstand. Neil ran his large hands down the length of me. I shivered with delight as his fingers drifted in tandem down across my breasts and my back, and then rose again, ever so gently to caress the length of me.
I could smell him, a heady mix of sex … and musk.
One finger came to rest on my clit, as the other came to rest between my ass. Deftly, he slid his left hand down towards my asshole, pressing in suggestively as it went, until it came to rest on my now wet slit. This produced a deep laugh of amusement. "I see someone is happy." His voice was deep and sexy.
"Mmmm…" I gasped.
Neil’s finger moved back and forth slightly, running the length of my slit, even as his other hand kneaded my clitoris. I shuddered beneath his touch, praying it would never stop.
This was something more, a deeper connection, a guilty delight of giving complete control to this man.
His fingers moved faster against my swollen clit.
I moved my hips to try and produce some friction against Neil’s hand. His eyes were trained on me, when suddenly he pinched my clit hard. Jolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body, pulling out a rasping moan as I bucked from the sensation.
"You are a naughty little girl, aren't you?"
I could only nod in response.
Neil knelt down before my spread thighs. He looked up at me with a wicked grin that splayed across his face, "Ready for a little test?"
